Amnesty|| Luke A.U.||

Nine

||Luke||

It's been days since I've tried to contact Violet and I think there's been enough time for her to cool down. Plus, I know Calum has been watching me closely lately, asking where I'm going and who I'm going to see.

After work, I pull up to Violets dance studio. Her car was still here. I got out of my car, closing it softly behind me. I walked up the doors, stepping in.

"We are closed!" I heard her yell from the back.

"It's... it's Luke," I said timidly, my courage already beginning to drain.

I heard light footsteps before she appeared in doorway. It didn't surprise me to see her do dressy and her hair curled up nicely.

"I am not sure if you are brave or foolish for showing up. Perhaps both," she said coolly, posh accent sharpening her words.

"I came here to apologize. I feel awful," I told her. She stepped forward, her heels clicking as she neared me. Her golden gown swayed around her like a poison cloud. My heartbeat sped up at she came closer. It was as terrifying as it was exciting.

"Do you now?"

Violet always somehow made it sound threatening and I began to think my plan was a regrettable choice. How did I ever think I would be able to go through with this?

"Yes," I said, my voice cracking. Violet circled me, making me feel as if I were a fox and she were the hunter.

"Then do speak, I have ten minutes before I must attend a party."

I gulped, staring at her as she came to view. "I am sorry for how I spoke to you. You were right, it was one date. It is not like we are in a relationship."

She nodded. "I accept but I do not expect this is why you came." Conviction rang in her voice. What if she found out I was snooping around her place?

"I-I," I stammered.

"You what?"

"I was actually wondering if you'd let me make it up to you?"

Violet gaze softened, as if she were pitying me.

"Luke, I am not the type of person you should be involved with."

"What?" I asked, slightly angry.

"I am not the type of person you should be getting tangled up with."

"Why? Because I'm not filthy rich?" I snapped. Her face only softened further.

"No, we are dangerous. You need to stay away." Her words her harsh but she voice uncharacteristically sweet.

"At least give me a chance."

There was a lingering silence, as if she was deciding.

She finally spoke.

"Very well. Do so at your own discretion."

She didn't stick around long, spinning on her heel, she walked away. I came forward and grasped her arm, turning her around.

"So take me up on that offer?" I asked.

Her lips pulled up at the corners up it never touched her eyes... she seemed tired. Very tired.

"Perhaps but not tonight. Good evening Mr. Hemmings."

And she walked away.

I stumbled into the apartment, later than expected. I'd spent more time than I liked to admit driving around and thinking about this absurd plan I'd created. Also, thinking about Violet and the possibilities of what she may be involved with. I got to my computer and turned it on, ideas churning in my head.